Boys See Teen Girl Strip Searched

That girl will end up being me. But first let me set the stage...



Female Social Worker Brings Along Female Friend to Tag Along and Watch as She Has Embarrassed 14-Year Old Boy Strip Completely Naked

(originally published on August 11, 2007)

Imagine you are a 14-year old boy when, one day at school, you are called to the administrator's office. There, you find two women to greet you. The first one tells you she is a social worker. Due to a domestic dispute, she tells that you she needs to physical inspect your entire naked body for any signs of child abuse. You are told that all your clothes must come off, including your underwear. You are stunned.

As your eyes well up with tears, you are slowly and embarrassingly stripped. As each piece of clothing is removed, it is set aside. Your shoes, socks, shirt are removed. Then your pants unzipped and pulled down. As your face reddens and your shame increases, you try not to make eye contact with the two women.

Then your humiliation increases a hundred fold as your underpants are also pulled down and your penis is now fully exposed. Your face is blushing bright red as the two women stare down at your private parts. You know that they can see how developed (or not) you are for your age. You are also hoping you don't get an erection.

You don't know it at the time, but the second woman isn't even a social worker. She is merely a friend of the first woman, invited to tag along for no other purpose other than to see a 14-year old boy stripped completely naked before her eyes.

According to news reports and a civil lawsuit, this is essentially what is alleged to have happened to 14-year old Bradley Dawson of Texas.

OK, I feel guilty for giggling slightly when I first heard of Bradley's obvious embarrassment. My younger brother, Matt, had a similar embarrassing episode when my parents divorced. He had been frequently spanked by our stepdad and a female social worker examined him for signs of abuse as well. My older brother had already turned 18 so he was out of the picture as far as custody issues was concerned. I was 16.

But poor Matt. Like Bradley, he was also 14 at the time. His face must have turned several shades of red when this petite Eurasian woman in her early 30s informed him in our living room with my mom and I present, that he would have to undress for her to inspect him for any signs of abuse by our stepdad, especially since Matt had just told her of a spanking he had received while visiting with our stepdad earlier in the week. My mom and I went into the kitchen to spare Matt any additional embarrassment.

But my mom and I could hear the woman telling him that it was okay, not to be embarrassed, etc., as well as to hold his hands away from himself. Then she called my mom into the room, which made Matt even more embarrassed, to look at some marks on his buttocks from the spanking our stepdad had given him. When they returned to the kitchen while Matt re-dressed, I couldn't help but notice the slight grin each of them had on their faces that they were trying to repress without success.

I also couldn't help but grin at Matt when he walked into the kitchen blushing. But I wasn't grinning for long when the woman announced it was now my turn, since I had complained about the spankings my stepdad had recently given me.

Matt, still embarrassed, asked our mom if he could head out and play with one of his friends from up the street. I couldn't blame him for wanting to get out of our presence. When the CFS woman said she had no further questions for Matt, my mom told him it was OK, so as I headed into the living room, Matt got on the kitchen phone to call his friend.

As the CFS worker began to ask me questions about the spankings I had received, the door bell rang and Matt yelled out, ''I'll get it.'' I heard the door open and then slam a few seconds later and assumed Matt had left to go out and play with his friend.

I was soon stripping to my underwear and then the CFS woman asked me to remove my bra, which I did so. After she visually inspected my breasts, arms and legs for any signs of abuse she told me I could put it back on. As I initially began to turn away from her to do so, I was so nervous that I dropped my it. She calmly picked it up and set it on the couch.

Then she asked that I stretch my arms out away from my hips. When I complied, she gently lowered my panties below my hips as I blushed. They soon fell to the floor and I kicked them aside. As I stood there, blushing, my eyes looking down at the floor, I turned around with my back now toward her as instructed. She was soon noting on her report the redness on my bottom from a spanking my stepdad's new girlfriend had given me the day before.

She then asked me a number of embarrassing questions about the spanking I had received and what had been the reason for it. My stepdad had heard me tell my younger brother that his new girlfriend, Terri, was our stepdad's ''whore.''

I was asked and answered all the questions about how I was spanked, how badly it hurt, who was in the room, whether I was embarrassed and so on. I had also mentioned how humiliated I felt standing there totally nude in front of my stepdad and younger brother while being spanked by Terri with my boobs jiggling about with each hard swat.

She then called for my mom to come in the room. She expressed on off-the-record opinion that while she personally felt it was inappropriate that I was spanked in the nude at that age, it wasn't necessarily illegal by any means unless there was evidence of physical or sexual abuse and that she didn't think that a judge would rule that it constituted physical abuse.

The CFS worker also said I would have to be given a complete physical by a physician just to verify there was no signs of sexual abuse, even though I had said there wasn't any abuse of that nature. I asked what that entailed and she replied that it would be quite thorough, including an examination of my vulva, vagina and hymen, and with a sympathic look towards my mom noted it would be embarrassing for me being in a "frog-legged position" and suggested my mom be present to reassure me things would be okay.

The social worker also said that I would be interviewed again and I needed to be prepared to answer "in detail" questions about my sexual activity, which she said she also needed to ask for brief answers.

When did I first start having vaginal sex? Did I engage in oral sex? Had I ever let a guy penetrate me anally? How often did I have sex? How many sexual partners had I had up to that point? How often did I masturbate? Did I use any "toys" when I did? etc., etc., etc.

Even my mom was blushing as I truthfully but briefly answered all the questions, all the while still standing there nude for a couple more minutes, the embarrassment of being naked in front of the social worker and even my mom having greatly subsided.

Then the woman said she needed to take some photos of my battered bottom for evidence. As I blushed and tried to disuade her, my mom insisted I let the woman "do her job." Several photos were then taken of my still redish-bottom, including several of which I was instructed to turn my head around so as to not leave doubt about my identity in the photos.

The CFS woman continued to write down stuff on her report as I now shyly again faced her, my mom now sitting down as well. The woman then asked me to turn around again, wanting to address the redness on my butt to my mom once more, which I had already showed my mom the night before.

The issue of how I was spanked by Terri also came up, whether I was over her lap, etc. No, I replied, I was spanked while standing. up that time on the day before. She asked me to show her and I spread my legs slightly, leaned slightly with my hands on my head as Terri had instructed me when I was spanked.

I told the social worker this was especially embarrassing facing my stepdad and brother like that because "everything" was exposed and my boobs were jiggling about as I was spanked. With that I bounced on the heels of my feet a few times to show her what I meant.

I did so while continuing to look at the floor with my head down in embarrassment for a good 10 or 20 more seconds when I heard some stifled giggling.

I looked up and there was Matt's now 13-year old friend, Patrick, partially hiding in our entry way behind the stairway leading upstairs, along with my brother, both boys starring right at me as I stood facing them maybe a dozen feet away with my arms stretched out away from my fully naked body.

(With the CFS woman behind me and from the angle my mom was sitting at, neither could see the boys standing in the entry way.)

Come to find out, they had been standing there the whole entire time, from the moment I had thought Matt had went outside!

I screamed, belatedly threw my arms and hands in front of me, turned away in mortification, all of which only made them laugh louder while my mom stood up and yelled at Matt to either go upstairs or outside.

I heard their snickering as they made their way up the stairs, only to turn around and come back down asking my mom if they could get some video game first to bring upstairs, which she said "fine" but to hurry up about as she walked into the kitchen to get the social worker, who was absorbed in writing her report, some coffee. The woman soon got up herself to go sit down at the table in the kitchen. I wish I had followed them, but remember that my clothes still laid strew about on the floor and couch.

Then, entering our living room, my brother and his friend both grinned at me as they approached. I spun around with my back towards them but from where I was standing they had to squeeze past me to get to the bookshelf which had the video games on it.

As Patrick passed behind me, the fingers on his left hand not so innocently brushed against my bare butt. I flinched and did so again when they passed behind me again, this time with the fingers of his right hand most certainly not innocently cupping the sit spot of my right butt cheek and giving a squeeze. Too humiliated to complain, I stood there frozen - totally owned by a boy I had embarrassed in front of his classmates a few months before.

Then as he followed Matt out of the room, Patrick spied my bra on the couch and grabbed it. Yelling, ''Souvenir!'' he ran towards the front door. Belatedly, I scampered after him as he ran out onto the front porch.

I managed to snag the strap of my bra while still standing in the wide open front doorway, only to reflexively let it go when I was pushed by my brother out onto the porch, the door slamming closed behind him.

I screamed then was quickly yelling and swearing at them to come back. Then, throwing my arms and hands about myself, I frantically rang the door bell, to which my mom answered quickly but which to me seemed like an eternity.

(Our front porch had absolutely no cover for me to hide whatsoever and I could have easily been seen from just about a 180 degree angle.)

When my mom answered the door, not expecting to see me let alone see me standing outside totally naked, starred at me with her mouth open in shock before I told her ''just don't even ask'' before I ran inside and upstairs to my room, my face totally red.

Within days, a number of boys on our street had been given a lurid description of my nude body, courtesy of Patrick. It also didn't help that my mom sometimes sewed "B. Romero" onto my bra strap and I'm sure the little brat probably still has the "trophy" hanging in his college dorm room someplace.

Until I moved away for college two years later, whistles and laughter were not uncommon anytime I walked down our street when any boys were around playing outside.

Of course I also received the occasional "look" of disgust from some of our neighbors, middle-aged women who weren't too approving of aspects of my sex life that Patrick's parents no doubt blabbed about after he filled them in.

Patrick seeing me nude was especially mortifying since just several months earlier I had teased him in front of a girl at his school (while picking up another boy I routinely babysat) that Patrick looked so cute in his tighty-whities when I had to help him dress on time years ago when he had a cast on his leg.

Note that Patrick had been present when my stepdad came oh so close to pulling my panties down in order to spank me before only spanking Matt's bare bottom for breaking that window with a baseball almost two years earlier while I was playing catch with him.

The fact that Patrick this time not only saw me bottomless but fully nude in all my glory for an extended period of time, not to mention his getting away with some fondling, was I suppose additional Karma paying me back in spades for me not having confessed and accepted equal blame and receiving equal punishment for the broken window.

My embarrassment was problematic and completely unexpected. Matt's, however, was merely the result of a woman doing her job properly. That these female social workers made Bradley and my brother undress completely isn't unusual. Nor is there anything wrong in that they are females or that such boys have to stand in front of these women completely naked and totally exposed. It's undeniable that boys that age are naturally quite embarrassed undressing for female doctors, nurses and social workers, especially when, like my brother, puberty has NOT been very generous to them. But that's life.

However, there was no excuse for Bradley to suffer the additional embarrassment of having a female friend of the social worker tag along and observe his nudity as well.

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